Cer.

She is alive; behold,

Her eyelids, cases to those heavenly jewels
Which Pericles hath lost, begin to part
Their fringes of bright gold: the diamonds

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Of a most praised water do appear

To make the world twice rich. Live,

Thai.

And make us weep to hear your fate, fair creature,

Rare as you seem to be.

O dear Diana,

[She moves.

Where am I? Where's my lord? What world is

this?

Sec. Gent. Is not this strange?

First Gent. Most rare.

Cer. Hush, my gentle neighbours !

Lend me your hands; to the next chamber bear her.

Get linen: now this matter must be look'd to,

For her relapse is mortal. Come, come;

And Esculapius guide us!

[Exeunt, carrying her away.

Scene III.

Tarsus. A room in the Governor's house.

Enter Pericles, Cleon, Dionyza, and Lychorida with
Marina in her arms.

Per. Most honour'd Cleon, I must needs be gone;

My twelve months are expired, and Tyrus stands
In a litigious peace. You, and your lady,
Take from my heart all thankfulness! The gods
Make up the rest upon you!

Cle. Your shafts of fortune, though they hurt you mortally,
Yet glance full wanderingly on us.

To have bless'd mine eyes with her !

Per.

Dion.

O your sweet queen!

That the strict fates had pleased you had brought her hither,

We cannot but obey

The powers above us. Could I rage and roar
As doth the sea she lies in, yet the end

Must be as 'tis. My gentle babe Marina, whom,
For she was born at sea, I have named so, here

I charge your charity withal, leaving her
The infant of your care; beseeching you
To give her princely training, that she may be
Manner'd as she is born.

Cle.

Per.

Dion.

Fear not, my lord, but think

Your grace, that fed my country with your corn,
For which the people's prayers still fall upon you,
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Should therein make me vile, the common body,
By you relieved, would force me to my duty:
But if to that my nature need a spur,
The gods revenge it upon me and mine,
To the end of generation!

I believe you;

Your honour and your goodness teach me to 't,
Without your vows. Till she be married, madaın,
By bright Diana, whom we honour, all

Unscissar'd shall this hair of mine remain,
Though I show ill in 't. So I take my leave.
Good madam, make me blessed in your care
In bringing up my child.

I have one myself,

Who shall not be more dear to my respect

30 Than yours, my lord. Per. Madam, my thanks and prayers. Cle. We'll bring your grace e'en to the edge o' the shore,

Per.

Then give you up to the mask'd Neptune and
The gentlest winds of heaven.

I will embrace

Your offer. Come, dearest madam. O, no tears,

Lychorida, no tears :

Look to your little mistress, on whose grace

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You may depend hereafter. Come, my lord. [Exeunt.

Scene IV.

Ephesus. A room in Cerimon's house.

Enter Cerimon and Thaisa.

Cer. Madam, this letter, and some certain jewels,
Lay with you in your coffer: which are
At your command. Know you the character?
Thai. It is my lord's.

That I was shipp'd at sea, I well remember,
Even on my eaning time; but whether there
Delivered, by the holy gods,

I cannot rightly say. But since King Pericles,
My wedded lord, I ne'er shall see again,

A vestal livery will I take me to,

And never more have joy.

Cer. Madam, if this you purpose as ye speak,
Diana's temple is not distant far,
Where you may abide till your date expire.
Moreover, if you please, a niece of mine
Shall there attend you.

Thai. My recompense is thanks, that's all;

Yet my good will is great, though the gift small.

[Exeunt.

ACT FOURTH.

Enter Gower.

Gow. Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,

Welcomed and settled to his own desire.
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
Unto Diana there as a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tarsus, and by Cleon train'd
In music, letters; who hath gain'd
Of education all the grace,
Which makes her both the heart and place
Of general wonder. But, alack,
That monster envy, oft the wrack
Of earned praise, Marina's life
Seeks to take off by treason's knife.
And in this kind hath our Cleon

One daughter, and a wench full grown,
Even ripe for marriage rite; this maid
Hight Philoten: and it is said
For certain in our story, she
Would ever with Marina be:

Be't when she weaved the sleided silk
With fingers long, small, white as milk;
Or when she would with sharp needle wound
The cambric, which she made more sound

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By hurting it; or when to the lute
She sung, and made the night-bird mute,
That still records with moan; or when
She would with rich and constant pen

Vail to her mistress Dian; still
This Philoten contends in skill

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With absolute Marina: so

With the dove of Paphos might the crow
Vie feathers white. Marina gets
All praises, which are paid as debts,
And not as given. This so darks
In Philoten all graceful marks,
That Cleon's wife, with envy rare,
A present murderer does prepare
For good Marina, that her daughter
Might stand peerless by this slaughter.
The sooner her vile thoughts to stead,

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